Monday, 31 May 2010

To Be Frank

I never knew him but he held me close,I never met him but he spoke to meWith words I’ll hear through eternity,While I remain comatose,His words drove a 4X4 through my mind,The rough was taken with the smooth,By thoughts with less than nothing to prove,And they left a trail for me to find.

There are the ashes to be scattered at sea,Where water continually rises and falls,Responding only to the sun and moon’s calls,And coldly separated him from me.An ocean of tears I have shed,Surely enough to quench the fire,But only if it then holds the desire,To follow the life he led.

The heart may ask for pleasure first,But the mind’s request is hidden in thought,That no transient pleasure ever bought,Nor could satisfy the soul’s everlasting thirst,For a river that flows from the highest mount,Carrying the sky as it returns to the sea,Holding the light as it passes me,Offering more chances for life than I can count.

Frank A Lang was a person I was privileged to meet online.He was a big man.He died before I could meet him and I then lost any desire to cross the pond that had separated us.I have shed enough tears to create a new ocean and that is the only one I will cross to meet my old friend.

I hope these words will help anyone who has lost an online friend to look into the future with the help their friend gave them.

Aquarium Clock

About Me

Some years ago I was involved through no fault of my own in a severe road accident that has left me with difficulty in communication.
I find reading hard in that I am unable to easily comprehend the meaning of words and the structure of sentences let alone paragraphs.
I also suffer from Chronic Migraine from the trauma and post traumatic stress syndrome.I am hypersensitive to light and sound and cannot cut out background noise. I started to try to write in order to try to recover lost skills.I am also exploring ways to reduce the impact of the chronic pain that accompanies this medical condition on my life.